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longed for her death. "And how is she?" Korney in his morning apron ran downstairs. "Very ill," he answered. "There was a consultation yesterday, and the doctors here now." "Take my things," said Alexey Alexandrovitch, and feeling some relief at the news that there was still hope of her death, he went into the hall. On the hatstand there was a military overcoat. Alexey Alexandrovitch noticed it and asked: "Who is here?" "The doctor, the midwife, and Count Vronsky." Alexey Alexandrovitch went into the inner rooms. In the drawing room there was no one; at the sound of his steps there came out of her boudoir the midwife in a cap with lilac ribbons. She went up to Alexey Alexandrovitch, and with the familiarity given by the approach of death took him by the arm and drew him towards the bedroom. "Thank God youve come! She keeps on about you and nothing but you," she said. "Make haste with the ice!" the doctors peremptory voice said from the bedroom. Alexey Alexandrovitch went into her boudoir. At the table, sitting sideways in a low chair, was Vronsky, his face hidden in his hands, weeping. He jumped up at the doctors voice, took his hands from his face, and saw Alexey Alexandrovitch. Seeing the husband, he was so overwhelmed that he sat down again, drawing his head down to his shoulders, as if he wanted to disappear; but he made an effort over himself, got up and said: "She is dying. The doctors say there is no hope. I am entirely in your power, only let me be here...though I am at your disposal. I..." Alexey Alexandrovitch, seeing Vronskys tears, felt a rush of that nervous emotion always produced in him by the sight of other peoples suffering, and turning away his face, he moved hurriedly to the door, without hearing the rest of his words. From the bedroom came the sound of Annas voice saying something. Her voice was lively, eager, with exceedingly distinct intonations. Alexey Alexandrovitch went into the bedroom, and went up to the bed. She was lying turned with her face towards him. Her cheeks were flushed crimson, her eyes glittered, her little white hands thrust out from the sleeves of her dressing gown were playing with the quilt, twisting it about. It seemed as though she were not only well and blooming, but in the happiest frame of mind. She was talking rapidly, musically, and with exceptionally correct articulation and expressive intonation. "For Alexey--I am speaking of Alexey Alexandrovitch (what a strange and awful thing that both are Alexey, isnt it?)--Alexey would not refuse me. I should forget, he would forgive.... But why doesnt he come? Hes so good he doesnt know himself how good he is. Ah, my God, what agony! Give me some water, quick! Oh, that will be bad for her, my little girl! Oh, very well then, give her to a nurse. Yes, I agree, its better in fact. Hell be coming; it will hurt him to see her. Give her to the nurse." "Anna Arkadyevna, he has come. Here he is!" said the midwife, trying to attract her attention to Alexey Alexandrovitch. "Oh, what nonsense!" Anna went on, not seeing her husband. "No, give her to me; give me my little one! He has not come yet. You say he wont forgive me, because you dont know him. No one knows him. Im the only one, and it was hard for me even. His eyes I ought to know--Seryozha has just the same eyes--and I cant bear to see them because of it. Has Seryozha had his dinner? I know everyone will forget him. He would not forget. Seryozha must be moved into the corner room, and Mariette must be asked to sleep with him." All of a sudden she shrank back, was silent; and in terror, as though expecting a blow, as though to defend herself, she raised her hands to her face. She had seen her husband. "No, no!" she began. "I am not afraid of him; I am afraid of death. Alexey, come here. I am in a hurry, because Ive no time, Ive not long left to live; the fever will begin directly and I shall understand nothing more. Now I understand, I understand it all, I see it all!" Alexey Alexandrovitchs wrinkled face wore an expression of agony; he took her by the hand and tried to say

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